林墨站起身,意识逐渐回归,眼前的镜面缓缓碎裂.
Lin Mo stood up as his mind returned. The mirrors around him slowly shattered.
无数个"自己"的幻影像玻璃般崩塌,消散,仿佛被否定.
Dozens of reflections of himself collapsed like glass, vanishing—as if denied.
倒地的镜像人格挣扎着抬头,却已失去了眼神中的光芒.
The fallen mirror-self struggled to raise its head, but the light had vanished from its eyes.
它轻声说道:"你不会永远这么坚定."
It whispered faintly, "You won't stay strong forever."
"总有一天...你会主动邀请我回来."
"One day… you'll invite me back willingly."
林墨没有回答,只是伸出手,捡起地上的那张编号手牌.
Lin Mo gave no reply. He simply picked up the numbered tag from the floor.
那是属于他的身份,也是他选择保留的"自己".
It belonged to him—his identity, and the self he had chosen to keep.
系统提示浮现,声音不再冷漠,带有一丝模糊的情绪.
The system prompt appeared again, its voice less mechanical—tinged with faint emotion.
「人格稳定性恢复至可控范围.」
"Personality stability restored to controllable levels."
「017号玩家试炼通过.」
"Player 017: Trial Passed."
「出口即将开启.」
"Exit will now open."
房间尽头,一扇金属滑门缓缓升起,露出内部狭长走廊.
At the end of the room, a metal gate rose slowly, revealing a narrow corridor beyond.
苏槐走到他身边,默默看了他一眼,递上纸条.
Su Huai stepped beside him, handed him a note without a word.
"你赢了这一次,不代表下次也能."
"You won this time. Doesn't mean you will the next."
林墨看着纸条,勉强一笑:"那就一场一场赢."
Lin Mo looked at the note and gave a strained smile. "Then I'll win them one at a time."
他们一同踏入走廊,门在身后合上,金属碰撞声如同棺盖落下.
They stepped into the corridor together. The door shut behind them with a clang, like a coffin lid closing.
系统提示的声音在黑暗中再次响起:
The system's voice echoed once more in the dark:
「下一层:第四层 · 人偶馆 / 控制与被控制.」
"Next Floor: Floor Four – The Puppet Hall / Control and the Controlled."
林墨低头看着自己的手,指尖微微颤抖.
Lin Mo looked down at his hand—his fingertips were trembling.
他不知道,在下一层,他是否还能分清——
He didn't know if, on the next floor, he would still be able to tell—
那双动手的手,到底是不是他自己的.
Whether the hands that moved… were still his own.
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